Feagwedh

by Naasad

Elrohir and Elladan are traveling through the mountains when Elrohir is captured by orcs. Injured, Elladan barely makes it to Lothlorien - where the Fellowship is staying. (I'm not calling this tenth walker, because at any given time, there are only nine living members in the Fellowship.) Rated for Elladan torturing a captured orc and for language in later chapters.

3. Chapter 3

FEAGWEDH – CHAP 3

Hours passed – or what felt like it, at any rate. Elladan strained to hear, knowing they were not far.

"Are we all agreed then?" That was Estel.

We could benefit from it." The man of Gondor. "What is your vote, Master Dwarf?"

"Far be it from me to leave him to die."

"Fade," Legolas corrected. "You know where I stand."

With a start, Elladan realized they were talking about him.

"Frodo, Sam?"

The reply was too quiet to hear.

"Merry, Pippin, what say you?"

"I wouldn't mind."

"I bet it'll be fun."

"Only when orcs aren't there. Then it frightens even me. I will tell him, though." Estel came into Elladan's nook shortly. "How do you feel?"

"Good. You should learn to talk quieter. Who told you I would fade?" Elladan demanded.

"Galadriel."

"Oh."

"We've decided to invite you into our Fellowship. You don't need to come, if you'd rather not."

Elladan nodded slowly. "If it's what Daernana thinks I need… And there will be orcs?"

"Enough and more for all of us. You might even be sick of killing them by the time we're done."

"I doubt that." Elladan sat up and started putting on his overshirt, greaves, vambraces, and coronet. "Could you bring me my sword?"

Estel gave his brother a wry look. "Get your own sword."

"It's not my fault you can't lift it," Elladan chuckled as he walked out to where Legolas had Gwilwileth's saddle and other gear. From that, he unearthed a truly massive broadsword. He fastened it over his shoulder, then turned to Estel sadly. "Ir-Elrondion na bado an dagor. Sila-ui Celebrian. What of Elrohir? I can't just abandon my brother."

"Haldir will lead a force into the mountains. They will find him, and he will recover here. Celeborn does not want you with them."

"Why not?"

Legolas walked up. "Elladan, your hand is on your sword. Listen to Estel."

Elladan slowly relaxed.

Estel gave a small sigh of relief. "He fears how you may react to what you might see. After all, this is not the first time one of your loved ones has been taken by Morian orcs."

It was a low blow, but perhaps it was needed. Elladan quickly pacified himself. "I will go with you."

~O~

"Ir-Elrondion na bado an dagor. Sila-ui Celebrian." The sons of Elrond are going to war. Forever shine Celebrian.